The Good News I Can’t Quite Believe

  During Advent twelve years ago, I was newly pregnant and very afraid. I should have remembered the angel’s proclamation to Mary, “Do not be afraid.” Instead, because I had waited so long and with so much agony for this second child to be conceived, the news of a growing baby felt too good to be true. I became convinced that my child...

A Terrible Beauty (Autumn Giveaway)

    It's like the difference between the blue of a puddle and the blue of the ocean, this difference between the autumn of memory and autumn itself. All year long, I say with ease, "Autumn is my favorite season." I say it for the color of the leaves and the apple-crispness of the air. I say it for planting bulbs and going for long...

These Farmhouse Bookshelves (New Books!)

  September at Maplehurst is for birthdays and books. And birthday apple pie. Both of my daughters were born in September. This year, only four days apart, my big girl turns fourteen and my little girl turns five. September at Maplehurst is also for full hearts and grateful tears. * My favorite gifts to give are books, and this month I...

Writing Books in a Time of Crisis (An Announcement)

  My children returned to school this week. Monday morning I took their photograph on the front steps and wondered if anything in creation grows and changes faster than a child. Of course, I know the answer is yes, many things. The dahlias in my flower garden need only one summer to grow from potato-like tuber to five feet of sunset...

Reaching For Roots (A Summer Guest Post)

I wrote a whole book about the longing for home and the painful (but beautiful) process of homecoming, and yet, five years after moving to Maplehurst and more than a year after Roots and Sky was published, I find I have so much more to say. And so much more to learn. Bekah DiFelice is teaching me and inspiring me. I feel as if I could have...

The Longest Days

  Summer days are here: fast, bright, and hot. We wake early but find that the sun has already beat us to it. These are the longest days, and they start without us. I sip my morning coffee and make my list. How is it possible to feel so behind at 6:30 in the morning? Summer to-do lists are like none other: Pick the snap peas while they’re...

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